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helpless to stop
him. At one point in my life I hadn’t wanted to stop him. We had been lovers
for three glorious months. There was something to be said for being lovers with
someone who had several millennia of experience at his fingertips––literally.
The memory sent shudders through my body. But for those three months, I was
incommunicado with everyone. That was part of the reason Father David thought
of Morpheus with distaste. I had accomplished nothing more than a
pleasurable––okay, I admit, a very pleasurable––vacation. Reality had
finally crept in and I had cut myself off from him and had gone back to work.
    I hesitated, but brought my hand
up anyway to caress his cheek. He closed his eyes and moved into the touch.
    “Thank you.”
    He laughed. “Most women thank me
for what I do to them, not for stopping.”
    I had to join his laughter.
Morpheus wasn’t any more in love with me than I was with him. I only intrigued
him because there was a part of me he couldn’t access. That had never happened
to him before. Immortals are no different than the rest of us. They even
started as mortal human beings. Everyone always desires most that which they
can’t have.
    “Chaz found the link to the dream
stalker and hooked me up.”
    It was unnecessary to say.
Morpheus had already known. That’s why he had sent the dreaming. But I needed
to create a separation between us, to draw the lines back from the realm of
pleasure he assaulted me with, just by being in the vicinity.
    “Yes.”
    “So what do you know? Or better
yet, what do I need to know?”
    “This one has been working under
my radar for sometime. There is more power to him than it first appears.”
    Morpheus didn’t like admitting
that he had not seen this guy crawl up through the ranks of controlling the
dreamscape.
    “How?”
    He frowned, trying to puzzle it
out loud. “I am not certain. There is a true duality to him that hid his face
from me, I think. I sense both great good and the depths of darkness from him.
It is hard for me to do a true seeing, because he shifts from one to the other
so easily.”
    It was my turn to frown. That
didn’t sound good. “What does this mean?”
    “That you need to be very careful
with this one, Yeshua.”
    “I’m always careful. What makes
this one any different?”
    “You are rarely careful.”
Morpheus chided with a knowing look. “And the power that he calls upon is
stronger than I have seen in a millennia. There is more to this one than meets
the eye.”
    “And you don’t know what it is?”
    “I have my suspicions.”
    “But you won’t share.”
    The look that he gave me was
troubled. “Not yet. I am hoping that I am wrong. If I am right–”
    “Then what?”
    He shook his head and looked away,
avoiding direct contact with my eyes. Morpheus was spooked––and he didn’t want
me to see how badly. A sick feeling started to tickle the pit of my stomach.
This was going to get ugly.
    “Okay, what can you tell
me?”
    “Don’t go for a direct attack. Not
yet. I need a little more time.”
    Yeah. It was going to get real ugly. I pushed up from the pillows cushioning me.
    “You got it.”
    Morpheus held me back by grabbing
my arm. “I mean it, Yeshua. Take care with this one.”
    His concerned look was so sincere
I had a hard time swallowing past the fear he passed onto me.
    “I promise, Morpheus. I will be
careful.”
    I leaned in to kiss his cheek and
then pulled myself up from the floor. I left without looking back, because his
words disturbed me. There were times when I could put on a front of arrogance
that even I believed. This was not one of them. If Morpheus, revered as the god
of dreams, felt fear from something in the dreamscape, I would be a fool to
feel anything less.
    The door to the antechamber opened
as I walked toward it. I took a good, deep breath of fresh air before heading
down to the twisted halls of darkness below.

 

Chapter 6

 
    Just as Morpheus had told me, I was